Page 63 of Beautiful Distraction

His head shoots back, and a roar of laughter erupts from hischest, the sound vibrating all the way down to my core.

In spite of this man’s arrogance and the fact that I knowthat’s something youdon’twant in aguy, I can’t help but want him.

I want him with all my body.

I crave his hands all over me.

Crave feeling his fingers slip beneath my clothes and enterall those places I didn’t know could come to life from a man’s mere voice.

“What’s so funny?” I narrow my eyes as I take in the shirtstretched over his broad shoulders. The top button is undone, revealing taut,tanned skin. His jeans hang low on his hips, and there’s that clearly definedbulge that keeps drawing my attention to it.

The picture of him stroking his cock flashes before my eyes.

For a moment, I lose focus. It’s all a bit toodetailed—especially the part of his face drawn in pleasure. The telltaleheat of a major blush rushes to my face.

Damn, he looks so good I want a piece of him.

“Can you handle it?” Kellan asks.

“What?” I frown at his irritating grin.

Holy shit!

He just caught me staring at his crotch. I can only hope myface isn’t on fire. Though, judging from my burning skin and his smugexpression, I’m most certainly wrong.

“I’ve handled way more than this,” I mumble.

“I was talking about your ankle and a night out in thoseshoes, but…” He winks and lets his gaze brush over my lips. It’s all solascivious, I can almost feel him on my skin, and it sends a shiver through me.“…I’m glad to hear you’ll be able to handle certain parts of me.”

I smirk. “You’re such a—” I shake my head, lost forwords. Whatever I say couldn’t possibly deflect from the fact that Iwasthinking about handling certainparts of him.

Either he has mind-reading abilities, or he’s so full ofhimself, he assumes that his dick’s every woman’s fantasy.

“Jerk?” Kellan prompts. “I think we’ve already establishedthat.”

“Oh, God, Ava,” comes Mandy’s voice from the door. “Youdidn’t!”

She’s dressed in a short denim skirt and cowboy boots withfringes, the ruffled low-cut top putting her cleavage on display. Her outfitsuits Kellan’s blue jeans and snug shirt to a T. It’s like they coordinated inadvance, which annoys me to no end.

Mandy and Kellan seem to have so much more in common thanKellan and I do, starting with the looks and attitude, to the dressing style.

I don’t need to ask what Mandy’s thinking because, as usual,she’s quick to share.

“You look like a secretary.”

“I like secretaries,” Kellan leans in to whisper in my ear,his hot breath brushing my earlobe. “In fact, they’re my favorite kind. Yousure know how to stoke a fire in a man’s pants. I wouldn’t mind pinning you tothat couch, pushing your panties aside, and licking your hot pussy until you’reready and I can take you hard from behind.”

My pulse thuds in my ears, drowning out all the dirty thingshe’d like to do to me. But I don’t need his account to help me get the picture.

The image of my face buried in his sofa while Kellan’s handshold my hips in place, entering me from behind, makes me jump in my skin. Ialmost choke on my breath as I jump a few steps back, freeing my heated bodyfrom his sweltering breath.

“Let’s go.” I swoosh past him, walk down the stairs, andyank the door wide open in the hope the darkness will hide my burning face.

Kellan laughs, and I know I am what amuses him.

I thought my outfit would put him off.

That he’s the kind who likes double Ds spilling out ofpush-up bras and short skirts riding up oiled legs. That he might not be intothat never even occurred to me.

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